Here's another Star Wars fan-fic.

Disclaimer: The Prince and the Pauper belongs to Walt Disney, and Star Wars belongs to Fox, Warner Brothers, Disney, JJ Abrams, and George Lucas.

Prince Revan and Traven Rhad

Chapter 1: Just Like the King

For many years, Tython was ruled by a wise and good king, and the people flourished and were very happy. But eventually, the good king became ill and darkness fell over the countryside. As the king grew weaker, his king of the guard, a ruthless and cruel man named Vitiate, saw his chance to rob and terrorize the people of Tython. And worst of all, he did it in the king's name. It seemed that no one could save the kingdom of England from the thieving Darth Vitiate and his ruthless henchmen. Until one day several years after the king became ill.

()()()()()

Traven Rhad and his dear friends Mission Vao and Zaalbar were talking by their snow cone cart in winter as Traven held up several old twigs.

"Kindling." Traven said. "Fresh kindling, right here. Can't cook dinner without fire... Right?"

No one bought a single stick of firewood, and Traven's stomach roared in anguish. He hadn't had a decent meal in months and just barely survived on what he, Mission, and Zaalbar shared.

"Man, I'm hungry." Traven said as he rubbed his stomach.

"Snow cones." Mission said. "Snow cones here. We've got all kinds of flavors. We have plain, lime, and lemon."

No one came here either.

"So Mission how's business?" Traven asked.

"If no one takes any of this stuff soon, me and Big Z are gonna have to eat these ourselves." Mission grumbled.

"Well it could be worse." Traven said optimistically. "Come on guys, secret handshake."

Mission, Zaalbar, and Traven shook hands, high fived each other, and did an Mandalorian style of dancing for a few seconds and put their heads together.

"You always knew how to cheer me and Big Z up, Traven." Mission said with a smile.

"Trust me." Traven said with a smile as he felt in his heart it was true. "One of these days, we'll be eating just like the king. We'll have lots of turkey and ham and potatoes and corn and-"

"Ice cream, cookies, and pie!" Mission finished with a smile.

"Fruit tarts and cobblers as piled as high as Zaalbar." Traven called out.

"Give me a suckling pig to make my belly big." Mission said with a smile.

"I'm just a little guy." Traven said as he took a spare wheel and held it out. "Give me a pizza pie."

"I'd have a happy place next to the fire place." Mission said as she knelt by the butcher's.

"I'd like a hat to wear." Traven said as he put a bucket over his head for a laugh.

"And thermal underwear." Mission said with a gasp as a winter wind rushed by.

Zaalbar then put an old rag around Traven's neck like a cloak as Traven held up an unsold piece of wood.

It would be appealing,

Just to have the royal feeling.

Doing everything a little bit like a king.

"Like a king!" Mission called out.

"Like a king!" Traven replied.

"Just a little bit like a king." They both repeated.

I . . . Would love to live just like a king! (Just a little like... Just little bit like...)

Just then, Vitiate and his men, drove by in a large speeder. As it passed, Traven sighed and knelt beside the castle wall. It couldn't hurt too badly to see inside.

"Hello?" Traven asked as he knocked.

"Who goes there?" A lanky Sith.

"I'd just like to-" Traven began when he saw the man gasp and open the door.

"Come right inside." The man said with an oily manner.

"Wow." Traven said. "Thanks."

Traven had never really had too much experience with the guards, so maybe all his and Mission's friends just exaggerated.

()()()()()

As the prince left, Vindican sighed with relief when Lord Vitiate stepped on his foot, and he felt like a lion had stepped on it instead of a slim, elderly man.

"What do you think this is, Lord Vindican?" Lord Vitiate asked. "An open house?"

"But my lord that was the prince." Vindican explained.

"Then who's that you twit?!" Lord Vitiate snapped as he held Vindican up to the window, and he saw the outline of Prince Revan sitting in his class.


Well that was a nice beginning, wouldn't you say? Also, yes, I took the name Traven from SF Debris' review of Knights of the Old Republic